I am slow
but will arrive before
the dawn displays
its first splendid glow
Patience, a virtue so pure and true,
A quality that can carry us through.
A scene of sin? No, that's not quite right,
It's our response to temptation that's the fight.
With wisdom and patience, we can avoid the snare,
And keep ourselves from falling into despair.
We can stay strong when the winds of change blow,
And navigate life's challenges with a steady flow.
......
I love how sparkling water moves through a stream,
so random, chaotic, even playful in the sunlight,
but always blindly pushing toward the sea.
And I love how it meets every obstacle without complaint
going around, over, or eventually through even stone
while gently humming a simple, joyful tune.
And I love the cool air under the surrounding trees,
and how small birds sing and flitter about.
Life should be joyful they seem to say.
Once, overlooking the Grand Canyon,
......
I’ll wait for you
Until the moon turns to honey...
I’ll wait for you
If you lose all your money...
I’ll wait for you
When cheddar turns to blue cheese...
I’ll wait for you
Until the bees grow knees...
......
Love,
A precious thing
Yet fragile
You make it blooming
Like a beautiful flower.
Give and take actions going on
Slowly, taken for granted
Putting the old love aside
Without noticing it is hurting badly
......
In a whirlpool of emotions
None of which that can describe
My current frame of mind
Letting me get lost in this trepidation
Vicious words slowly tumbled off
Making me anxious enough
Truth be told none of it would matter
If one shall retreat and forget
But patience isn't the quality I possess
......
Upon life's stage where shadows weave their play,
A fleeting waltz where mortals find their way.
In heedless youth, with innocence bedight,
The heart's true freedom, by time, is put to slight.
Oh, valor lost, in age's solemn gaze,
As years' cares, like chains, their toll displays.
Yet in the echoes of a child's sweet strain,
Lingers a melody, free from life's disdain.
......
I choose patience
over talents
I love how sparkling water moves through a stream,
so random, chaotic, even playful in the sunlight,
but always blindly pushing toward the sea.
And I love how it meets every obstacle without complaint
going around, over, or eventually through even stone
while gently humming a simple, joyful tune.
And I love the cool air under the surrounding trees,
and how small birds sing and flitter about.
Life should be joyful they seem to say.
Once, overlooking the Grand Canyon,
......
I am slow
but will arrive before
the dawn displays
its first splendid glow